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25.Aug.12, 11:16 AM
Tyrrisath nosed Rilaleeyth once, eyes flashing a pleasant shade of blue. Rather than reply verbally, he let his happiness be known with a soft brush against her mind with his own. He stood reassuring and strong, the riders' quarrel almost completely forgotten in this little moment of bliss. Without further hesitation, he leaned forward and clamped his jaws on the carcass, twisting it once to remove a chunk. He tossed it back easily, but waited for Rilaleeyth to take a bite before going back for seconds.
S'kef was in a much more chaotic place. He prowled closer to J'ver, eyes wide in a hypnotized, almost obsessed manner. Hi mind whirled with potential comments and proclamations as he drew ever closer, his feet moving faster against his brain's better judgment.
What was he going to do? What was he going to say? Shards, look how frightened his poor Jai was! Frightened of him? Frightened of him?
Normally, the brownrider reveled in fear. He loved the sense of power it gave him, the constant reminders of just what he could do someone else if he needed to. Fear was a sign of respect and submission. He'd often played on J'ver's fears, watching with satisfaction when the greenrider recoiled from a tongue lashing or worse. But in those moments, as S'kef's pace increased and he quickly closed the gap between them, that was the last emotion he wanted to see on his precious greenrider's face.
"Jai..." he breathed again as he finally reached his target, both hands extending to cup the greenrider's sweet, delicate face. S'kef frowned at him, his entire face contorted in grief. "I...I thought he was hurting you," he explained quickly, frowning awkwardly as he helplessly listened to the words coming out of his disobedient mouth. Where was the anger? The anger for the little tart rejecting him like he'd done? S'kef was often angry at such circumstances, but something had been special about this one. It transcended a mere flight. There was something different. Something that made it so easy to be angry before, but so very difficult to be angry now.
Unable to restrain himself, the brownrider pulled J'ver into a tight embrace. "Are you all right? I...I'm not going to hurt you." He squeezed tightly and rested his chin on J'ver's thin shoulder, taking a moment to meditate on those words. I'm not going to hurt you.
He found himself thinking about their night together after his dismissal. He remembered how bewitched he felt by the little greenrider, laying helpless and beaten before him. It would have been so easy to drive it home, to make it so much worse. He could (and should) have made J'ver suffer so much more...and yet as he looked over his broken form, he found himself wanting nothing more than to fix what he'd done, to ease the pain and keep the little devil safe. J'ver had manipulated him, he thought. He was using his cuteness and charm to get out of further punishment.
But no. When S'kef acted on his uncomfortable urges to nurture the poor greenrider, he'd seen genuine surprise and gratitude in his eyes. Hhe realized then that J'ver didn't just need him superficially, but they needed each other. Poor J'ver. Poor J'ver, who no one else in the world cared for. S'kef remembered promising him that they would take over the world together, who unwanted misfits who would never make it without the other.
The brownrider peeled back, his expression hard and serious as usual, though tainted with one small flaw: a single tear pooled at the corner of each eye. He blinked them away impatiently and cursed under his breath, his head rolling back in dismay.
"J'ver, go inside. We need to talk..."
S'kef was in a much more chaotic place. He prowled closer to J'ver, eyes wide in a hypnotized, almost obsessed manner. Hi mind whirled with potential comments and proclamations as he drew ever closer, his feet moving faster against his brain's better judgment.
What was he going to do? What was he going to say? Shards, look how frightened his poor Jai was! Frightened of him? Frightened of him?
Normally, the brownrider reveled in fear. He loved the sense of power it gave him, the constant reminders of just what he could do someone else if he needed to. Fear was a sign of respect and submission. He'd often played on J'ver's fears, watching with satisfaction when the greenrider recoiled from a tongue lashing or worse. But in those moments, as S'kef's pace increased and he quickly closed the gap between them, that was the last emotion he wanted to see on his precious greenrider's face.
"Jai..." he breathed again as he finally reached his target, both hands extending to cup the greenrider's sweet, delicate face. S'kef frowned at him, his entire face contorted in grief. "I...I thought he was hurting you," he explained quickly, frowning awkwardly as he helplessly listened to the words coming out of his disobedient mouth. Where was the anger? The anger for the little tart rejecting him like he'd done? S'kef was often angry at such circumstances, but something had been special about this one. It transcended a mere flight. There was something different. Something that made it so easy to be angry before, but so very difficult to be angry now.
Unable to restrain himself, the brownrider pulled J'ver into a tight embrace. "Are you all right? I...I'm not going to hurt you." He squeezed tightly and rested his chin on J'ver's thin shoulder, taking a moment to meditate on those words. I'm not going to hurt you.
He found himself thinking about their night together after his dismissal. He remembered how bewitched he felt by the little greenrider, laying helpless and beaten before him. It would have been so easy to drive it home, to make it so much worse. He could (and should) have made J'ver suffer so much more...and yet as he looked over his broken form, he found himself wanting nothing more than to fix what he'd done, to ease the pain and keep the little devil safe. J'ver had manipulated him, he thought. He was using his cuteness and charm to get out of further punishment.
But no. When S'kef acted on his uncomfortable urges to nurture the poor greenrider, he'd seen genuine surprise and gratitude in his eyes. Hhe realized then that J'ver didn't just need him superficially, but they needed each other. Poor J'ver. Poor J'ver, who no one else in the world cared for. S'kef remembered promising him that they would take over the world together, who unwanted misfits who would never make it without the other.
The brownrider peeled back, his expression hard and serious as usual, though tainted with one small flaw: a single tear pooled at the corner of each eye. He blinked them away impatiently and cursed under his breath, his head rolling back in dismay.
"J'ver, go inside. We need to talk..."
